Some wounds, if people don't want to show them, you should never sprinkle salt in the name of comfort. That would only add pain to their suffering.
After all, everyone has their own way of dealing with injuries.
Watching Xing Xiaojiu fix her tear-streaked makeup, Lian Qiao joked, "Xiaojiu, I heard there were free gifts, so Shuang Niuniu shamelessly insisted on dragging me here. Don't mind us, we're not here to cause trouble..."
"Cut it out, when it comes to grabbing stuff, let's see who's more ruthless!" Shu Shuang teasingly scoffed, perfectly in sync.
Giving her a glance, Lian Qiao was all scornful, "You think you're the only one?"
"Tch, I embarrass people, so what? Afraid I'll tarnish your reputation? But then again, Lian Zi, look at you, all dressed up, you don't look like someone who would fight over freebies!"
The two women spared no courtesy in belittling each other, words volleying back and forth.
"Frenemies" indeed, it takes hurts to forge such friendships.
